As someone who studies animal management, I can tell you that, while capitalistic hubris was 100% at fault, it also demonstrated how that old geezer whose name I forgot only cared- Hammond, something Hammond. Anyway, he only cared about *owning* dinosaurs, and clearly didn't love them as animals, or else, he'd, you know, provide appropriate enrichment, proper dietery requirements, proper enrichment, cages that could actually safely contain the bastards, had health and safety through the whazoo, would spend less time jacking off to that mosquito in ember that he has in his staff, and more time making sure shit was done properly, and, actually research which animals are all right to be placed next to one another.
I swear to God, the only reason that park was standing is because (and I will admit here that I don't know about how the US does animal legislation, but I'd hazard a guess it's similar to the way the UK does it), prehistoric animals aren't covered by legislation yet, because if they were, the most dangerous things on that island wouldn't be the T-Rex, but the pissed off safety inspector from the relevant department.
Also, you know that goat feeding scene in the first movie?
(Again, I will be applying UK laws, because thems the ones I know, but like I said, I imagine the States have a similar stance. Please correct me if I'm wrong on this).
Live feeding is really fucking difficult to do legally speaking, because it causes "unnecessary stress and pain" on the animal, which is why you can, in most cases, only feed dead mice/rats to snakes. Now, it's commonly done with insects, but, again, at least in the UK, the Animal Welfare Act of 2006 applies to "any vertebrate that is not a human", so while crickets aren't protected, GOATS SURE AS SHIT ARE.
Now you might have noticed that I've only stuck to the original movie, because that's when it's still Hammond's company, so it's be his neck on the line, or if it was my way, gouilutine block.
As for the World series... Look, as funny as it is to shit on Chris Pratt, and you're welcome to do so, I'd like to talk about the character he portrayed in that series, not the actor, but the character is so bland I could not even be bothered to remember his name, BUT:
Let's just say this much: if you're a multi-million dollar worth company spearheading the world in fields of genetics, biology, and all that jazz, and you can't be bothered to get a trainer for your velociraptors who doesn't know how to properly use a clicker, a fucking CLICKER, you deserve nothing less than what you got.
Additionally, just for fun:
In real life, (iirc) Velociraptors were about the size of a small dog [Citation Needed], but that universe has them the size of a large bike, which, fair, it is a fictional universe, plus something somethings genetic modification, point being:
If you have an animal that big, that DANGEROUS, where every training session is a Mexican stand off between the trainer and the animals, where they let a so called "trainer" go into a cage with FOUR VELOCIRAPTORS, ANIMALS WHO HUNT IN PACKS NEED I REMIND YOU, and you, as a company, let this happen? OSHA's regulation were written in blood, and after they're done with you they'll write your obituary with yours.
Animals are just that: animals, especially predators, and that is something you MUST know while working with them, because sure, fuzzy old Leo the Lion might be kind, soft, and obedient, but if you try to pet him, even as his trainer, even as his keeper, and you DON'T lose at least a few digits, that's honestly a miracle. Sure, they won't bite 99% of the time. But you do NOT risk it, because if you're lucky, you'll only lose your jobs and not be allowed to work in the field ever again.
And to jump in an enclosure with four of them, where each of them keep trying to make a move to turn you into lunch when you don't make heavy eye contact with them, essentially playing Five Nights at Hungry Hungry Velociraptors where your one escape relies on:
you out-reflex-ing predators who evolved to lunge after fleeting prey,
two guys to shut the door soon enough not to let the velociraptors escape, because, oh yeah, YOU DON'T HAVE A DOUBLE DOOR SYSTEM, A SYSTEM SO BASIC OUR COLLEGE HAS IT FOR FERRETS, but also late enough for them not to lock you in the enclosure with four predators seeking to make your pronouns "was/tasty", and
based off of that one scene in Indiana Jones
Is so moronic that I cannot for the life of me explain it before the sun rises. The moment they tell you to do something in the vicinity of that, you hand in your resignation and report them to whatever authority you answer to. End of. I don't care.
Oh, and for fucks sake, please give that marine dinosaur whose name I forget at the moment a bigger pool, the poor bastard basically doesn't have any space to actually move in there.
All of that being said, I am assuming that Jurrasic Park, the fictional company, is registered in the US, which I feel comfortable assuming because, before shit got flipped turned upside down, the States wanted to be associated with the project, seeing it as a biological version of the Space Race, like how particle physics was all the rage post WW2.
I could be wrong on this, if it turns out that the company is registered in a tax haven country that doesn't have strong legislation in place, thereby negate all the arguments I've made, 1) fair, thank you for pointing it out, and 2) then that just shifts all of what I said into the PR shit-hurricane pile on the project received because they let all of that happen, several times.
And if you say something like "oh, no, it was an accident, they didn't let this happen", they should have secured the entire thing top to bottom thrice over. They had the budget, they had the time. That wasn't an accident, that was galactic scale negligence at best. They let this happen. At least twice.
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